Poetry

The men's inner fabric
The poet deconstruct and sew
Diving in an ocean, waves are eccentric
The hungry and ferocious species are ready to chew
The poet construct a ship to the public
The angry fellows are very few
The men's survival is  centric
This view a painter cannot drew
A poet's colorful threads and a fabric
 Torn pieces would sew
A mansion with a magnificiant attic
Can be built from wood a men would hew
I know that  sounds fantastic
poetry is an art where colors of hope to strew
on the dead ocean,that's all static
alive it'd be, as the wonderland view
the royal throne ,with the same magic
a poet can describe a destroyed old pew

between the lines the unseen is cryptic

my words are hot, cold in view

I wish one day to lie on that majestic 

pew, in my world I build,paint and sew

Reviews

[Richard🖌]

Hafssa
I thank you for entering my POETRY contest, and I heartily congratulate you for placing as "Gifted Writer" with this excellent poem, expressing so very creatively that which poetry means to you, and its myriad of effects on those of us who write and read it … so very interestingly and enjoyably stated.
I particularly was rewarded by your keen and original use of descriptive metaphor throughout.
In grammatically editing your poem, consider the proper use of punctuation, as a poem without proper punctuation to guide the mind and emotion, is as a song without proper musical notes to guide the ear and musical instrument. Improper capitalization can confuse the reader where one thought, topic, subject, etc; ends and another begins.

Again, "Thank you" and "Congratulations"! ⁓ Richard